Written By: Eric Kretz, Scott Richard Weiland

Lyrics (Start at 0:10):

Don’t cut out my paper heart
I ain’t dyin’ anyway
Take a look at Eiffel towers, never trust them dirty liars
Sippin’ lemon yellow booze
Ol’ Lead Belly sings the blues
All dressed up on wedding day, keep on trippin’ anyway

I am, I am, I said I’m not myself
I’m not dead and I’m not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery, eat your salad day deathbed motorcade

Fake the heat and scratch the itch
Skinned up knees and salty lips
I’ll breathe your life, Vick’s vapor life, and when you binge I purge alike
Let go, it’s harder holding on
One more trip and I’ll be gone
So keep your head up, keep it on, just a whisper I’ll be gone
Take a breath and make it big
It’s the last you’ll ever get
Break your neck with diamond noose, it’s the last you’ll ever choose

I am, I am, I said I’m not myself
I’m not dead and I’m not for sale
Hold me closer, closer, let me go
Let me be, just let me be
I am, I am, I said I’m not myself
I’m not dead and I’m not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery, eat your salad day deathbed motorcade

I am, I am, I said I’m not myself
I’m not dead and I’m not for sale
Hold me closer, closer, let me go
Let me be, just let me be
I am, I am, I said I’m not myself
I’m not dead and I’m not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery, eat your salad day deathbed motorcade